Tomorrow
So quickly
Becomes yesterday
Yesterday
So quickly
Recedes into the distance
Becomes what we ponder
As the past
Fleeting
Fading
Into history
Often
And always in vain
We attempt to place a succession of tomorrows
Into some reality
As if it could be done
Yesterday
Had its happenings
Tomorrow has not happened
Today
Is the reality
The treasure we should seize
Savor
Relish
Second by second
Moment by moment
Hour by hour
carpe diem
Carpe EVERY Diem
©Worrell, 07/16/06 - 6:53 a.m. Upper Canyon road, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Carpe EVERY Diem
Bill Worrell is a sculptor, painter, writer and musician from Texas. He is an interpreter of beauty that lies within ancient mysteries. More about Bill can be found on his Website at:
Other Bill Worrell poems include:
Carpe EVERY Diem • Some Day • Spirits Visit • Such Children • Time for Peace • Unity
